Chapter 187
The first thing Avery noticed was the smell. It reeked. It reeked so bad she felt bile rise up to her throat. The smell of blood filled her nostrils. The second thing she noticed was the pain.
A searing ache at the side of her head, pulsing with every breath she took. Her wolf should have healed it by now, but it hadn’t. Heck! She couldn’t even feel her wolf. She instantly knew something was wrong.
The third thing she noticed was the cold.
The floor was rough and wet, the cold seeping through her clothes. She tried to move, but her wrists wouldn’t budge. A sharp clink echoed, and realization slammed into her.
Chains.
She was chained.
Her heart pounded. She forced her eyes open, blinking against the light. The room was small, but she wasn’t alone.
Avery sucked in a slow breath, forcing herself to stay calm. She could make out the shapes of five men. Rogues. Their postures were relaxed, but their eyes... their eyes were watching her too closely, too hungrily. She squeezed her eyes shut, emptied of the time she was taken back then filled her mind. This couldn’t be happening again. In fact, it was worse this time.
"Look who’s finally awake."
The voice was rough, drawing her eyes open again. A man with greasy hair and a scar down his jaw stepped forward, crouching at her side. His lips curled. "Slept well, sweetheart?" He smelled like sweat and decay, and when he smiled, his teeth were yellowed and chipped.
Avery didn’t answer. She tested the chains behind her. Thick irons. Too strong for her current state. Her wolf was silent; she couldn’t even feel it. Damn it. Whatever they had knocked her out with certainly did this.